A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

was born at

who picked the name for his

a simple building with windows that had

drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a

trapped in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the

outside. His thin stature

doctor had almost given

He had lived two

him with a glass of water

take the medicine,” Peter reminded

like he had not

outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New

nose twitched when

said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs.

favorite

to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia

he began to fumble in his pocket for

he stopped and shook his

calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at

I better not call

didn’t have to give Cecilia too

sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped

“Please take your medicine.

bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you wake

the medicines from him

and a nurse came in to help put on the medical

was done, Mark

phone got weaker and weaker until he

rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a

birth to Alexis. He dreamed that

doctor had almost given

still alive. He had lived two months longer than the

behind him with a glass of water and medicine

to take the medicine,”

he had

stood there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very

nose twitched when he heard

during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook your favorite

also her favorite food,” Mark

in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the

heard this, he began to fumble in his pocket for

stopped and shook

seemed it was better if he

better not call her,” he said to

have to give Cecilia too much

stepped forward

“Please take your medicine.

can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can

took the medicines from him and swallowed them

the bed, and a nurse came in to

was done, Mark

weaker and weaker until he finally

nowadays. This time, he had a dream

where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he

was much like that of

and call him “Uncle Mark”

this Cecilia in his

gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark,

point, Mark

walls of the hospital room were white, just like the snowy environment

closed his

he needed

cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia was a hopeless

had probably gone to buy

a plump foreign nurse was

wanted to return home. He missed his home so

flowers in the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on

he knew he couldn’t change anything

give up

him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have

determined to stay strong and fight his

it difficult to go

to make paper planes.

invent a plane when he grew up. The plane

wanted to go there

pale fingers trembled as he thought of his

came back to the hospital

on his way, so

pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to his boss

just then, he saw the paper planes Mark had

arranged the paper planes and smiled at him, “Okay

of your pumpkin

Mark only actually took

was not more

he put down the spoon because he felt

narrowed his eyes

home and

Angela’s Library

cheerfully assured him. But

him about it, Mark’s phone

around

a little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For

misses you,” Peter

broke into

boy,”

decided to answer the phone. It was an

voice sounded a

said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl.

given birth to a girl

held the phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say

Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses you

Mark closed his eyes.

“Rena will take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos of

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

another brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what,

emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark

of his life. He didn’t deserve to end

sniffed and

the call, he never even dared

along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or two words that

“What happened?” he asked.

silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter

to hear this and he did a fist pump in

he said with a

first day of the new year. And Olivia is a very

to stroke one

home to see Cecilia and their

Angela’s Library

a glance would

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